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Alex Sharpe

Jul 21, 2013(SHORT TIME ONLY -- 'EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus -- Book One -- The Journals -- by Alex Sharpe (C) 2013 --
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“Eyes of Rage”
“I laid her down up against the tree. Her eyes began to turn red with blood. Her clothes were ripped and torn with scratch marks all over. All was quiet. I could hear my breath and her moaning and wheezing a little”
“I looked her in the eyes. A tear fell out of her left eye right down onto her scarred cheek. She did not speak. She shuttered and whimpered as I looked at her. “I must go” I breathed out to my sister. Her head fell loosely downward. She puked up a little. “I must go” I said again, as I shivered in horror.”
“I got up and backed up away from her, turned around and then quickly started walking away, not looking back. I could hear her crying in the background. It was about to start raining, it was misty and slightly foggy. The breeze was chilly, but warm enough. Behind me I could now hear screaming, yelping, terrifying sounds. I kept walking”
“Each step I took the more distant my sister became. The thought of her sitting up against that tree in the rain in shorts and no shoes, vomit on her shirt, blood all over her, head busted open…. The pain… The anger. I continued on. I stopped in place, looking all around me. I was deep into the forest now. For a moment, I could hear nothing, and then I heard the rain start to fall. I zipped up my jacket and kept walking.”
“Every time lightening would strike, I could hear my sister’s cries in my head. I found a large rock and sat down. I took a breath, and fell asleep.”
“Eyes of Blood”
“I woke up to the sound of screaming – which turned into ringing – and then fainted away – in my head and ears. The sunshine – glistening onto my face. It was slightly warmer. I was very cold. My clothes were soaked. I shook the rain water off of my coat, and stood up. I needed clean clothes. I took off my shoes and drained the water out of them. I took off my shirt, pants, and underwear and squeezed the water out of them as well. My back and neck were hurting. The ringing in my ears stopped. Gunshots replaced the ringing sound. Real gunshots, not in my head.”
“All types and all around me, gunshots blared from all different ways and angles, near and far. I started slowly walking again. The ground squished with each wet and muddy step I took. What leaves were left on the trees dripped down the water that lay on them. I looked up at the sky as I walked. I could smell smoke, but I could not see it. I heard all kinds of different sounds in the distance, but I could not tell what they are. As I walked, I heard footsteps.”
“I stopped and looked all around me. A squirrel ran quickly up one of the trees in front of me. I shake out the scared feeling and keep walking. But then, I heard breathing behind me…”
“Eyes of Anger”
“I turned around. The world halted. My sister stood in front of me. A sick and deathly feeling filled my entire body. She was horrifying. Her face was crunched in anger and covered with mud and blood. Her long, brown hair was ragged and tangled and stuck together – sticking to her wet face. Her body shook with every harsh, deep breath she took. Her yellow t-shirt – now soaked with water and blood. Her pink socks she had on, now dark brown and torn, filled with mud and leaves. She stood before me, growling and shuttering. I tried not to move, I don’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to try, I was in shock.”
“Her head was down, her eyes looking nearly closed. I tried not to breathe. The squirrel in the tree behind me jumps branches, and she quickly snaps her eyes at me. I was about to implode of pressure. Her eyes were deep bloodshot, and she looked as if she was crying blood. She stared into my eyes. She began to pant and breathe harder and harder. I had to do something…”
“I took a quiet deep breath. I was getting prepared to die. I had nothing to defend myself with. She came at me all of the sudden with brutal and hectic force, knocking me onto the ground almost instantly. She lay on top of me and began pounding my body with her fists. Blood flew everywhere. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I tried to knock her off of me. I punched her once in the face, hearing her jaw-bone crack harshly with the blow.”
“As I attempted once again to push her off of me, her wait pushed onto me and I could feel the bones in my right arm shatter. I screamed out in pain as she hissed at me in anger. I kicked her stomach with my feet over and over, her legs smashing my groin and waist.”
“She threw up a mass of blood on the ground next to me. I reached out aimlessly, rubbing my hand along the ground; I felt a rock, grabbed it, and cracked her once in the head with it. She fell onto me and I forced her body off of me. There was blood everywhere. I wiped off my face, and took one last look, and I started running.”
“Eyes of Death”
“I started to hear barking noises all around me. I couldn’t think. Everything was just hectic. The rain was back, pounding all around me. I kept running. The sound of barking begun to get closer and closer. I was being followed by a pack of dogs.”
(World As Beneficial)
(Infected dogs are the worst. Humans infected with the Rage Virus are not fueled by the need to eat. In fact, they almost never notice hunger, and usually will die of starvation at some point. But canines infected with the Rage Virus are extremely hostile killing machines. They are vicious, uncontrollable, angry and psychotic animals with strength, speed, agility and teeth. Dogs are the main cause of the rapid spread of the Rage Virus. Because of their want to eat, infected dogs will live longer than infected humans. There are an estimated 6.3 Billion or more of these hostile hunters – infected dogs on the planet.)
“Tears fell from my eyes as I ran unsteadily through the cool, wet forest. Fog lay everywhere around me. I had to find somewhere I would be safe. All of the sudden I heard what sounded like jets flying fast overhead, as the barking from the pack of canines around me grew very loud. I was getting close to town. I could hear screams in the distance. My best chance would be a cabin. I was about to give up. I could not run anymore. I was being hunted by something I could not outrun. There was no way I was going to survive…”
“Each step I took the more I lost my hope of surviving. I was getting sick. I was out of breath and I was tired. My feet were getting very sore, my skin irritated by the wet clothes I was wearing. I began to hear the sound of dogs barking again. I heard running and more and more barking. They were getting closer.”
“I quickly started climbing up a tree and just as I got past the first limb, out of the trees to my side come two big black dogs. They bashed into the tree hard, enough to break their neck in many spots. I glanced quickly down at their eyes. They were infected.”
“They bit at the tree and clawed at it in vicious anger and lust. I climbed two more branches up into the tree as they jumped all around the base of the tree trying to get to me. My arm hurt so bad I almost couldn’t bare it. Another dog came in to. There were three of them now. I climbed up one more branch into the tree, in pain I sat on the wide, seemingly sturdy branch.”
“I took a seat, caught my breath, and begun to wait. A couple hours later I started writing this. If anyone finds this ever, my name is Michael Fitwater – please tell my brother, if he is alive, that I love him. If they find my sister Sarah’s body please bury her properly. I don’t think these dogs are going to go away.”
“Eyes of Aggression”
“A day has passed. The dogs are still here. They are circling around the tree, and they just won’t give up. I have prayed to God for them to go away or for help to arrive but nothing has happened. I need food. I have no water, besides the rain water I have from my muddy clothes that I have been sipping. I am naked, I am cold, just in my underwear, and my clothes too wet to wear. My arm hurts bad and I cannot climb down anytime soon. I’m getting bad rashes and bug bites all over my entire body. I am thinking about suicide…”
“It’s been about another five hours I think. I cannot take this anymore. Help is not coming. If you are reading this, please know I tried. I hope I do not go to hell. I am going to jump. I am ready for heaven.”
(END JOURNAL)

May 30, 2013MY TOP 5 BEST CREATIONS -- As Based On Views and Reads:
1. Waking Days (Novel/Script)
2. A Little Mouse (Poem/Short-Story)
3. The Day Before (Novel)
4. A Zombie's Tale (Poem)
5. EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus -- Book One: The Journals (Book)

May 17, 2013"The next day was the funeral
No one showed
Behind a dark door
Where no one goes"

May 17, 2013MY TOP 15 NOVELS/BOOKS:
1. The Day Before.
2. Waking Days
3. Dead (Series) -- Book One
4. Deverence
5. Dream Forever
6. EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus -- Book One
7. Your Worst Nightmares: (Can You Survive?) -- Book One
8. Tsarm
9. Ragerate!
10. EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus -- Book Two
11. Defective Effects -- Book One
12. Horizon (Series) -- Book One
13. Dead-Shot
14. Ovalope
15. Pandemia

Apr 12, 2013Author's Note -- "Black Hearts" (C) 2013 -- (Green Day Styled Album) -- The main story behind this album, is the main character is dealing with emotional distraught as he has fallen in love with two girls. He chooses to be with one and gives up everything to be with her instead of the other girl, but then she gets sick with cancer and dies.

Mar 16, 2013My best piece of work that I have written so far is 'The Day Before' -- check out this Edgar Allen Poe-styled novel that I am writing! -- http://www.booksie.com/other/short_story/alex_sharpe/the-day-before
You can also check out my other best work -- Waking Days -- a movie script that is scarier than anything I could ever imagine -- http://www.booksie.com/horror/script/alex_sharpe/waking-days
Or if you want some simply-awesome Zombie Books -- check out my Dead (Series) -- Book One -- http://www.booksie.com/action_and_adventure/book/alex_sharpe/dead-(series)-book-one-deadhope-deadlands

Mar 16, 2013My current writings that I am working on are the Dead (Series) -- Book One, Tsarm, Waking Days, and EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus

About me:

You May Know Me As "The Dream-Writer". I Am Alex Sharpe, I am 20 years old. I am a writer, poet, author, lyricist, and creator. I have a-some 35 planned novels and works I am working on. My most famous creations are "The Day Before." "Waking Days" "The Dead (Series)" "Deverence" "EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus - The Journals" and "Dream Forever".

NOTE: You can also check out www.booksie.com/Alex_Sharpe to see some more of my writings that may not be on this site, or check out my Facebook to learn more about me, and I also have most of my writings and material there to, just look under notes @ https://www.facebook.com/blakematthew.tompkins
Otherwise, I am also known as the highest ranking Call of Duty: Nazi Zombies Player on the Planet, with a record breaking 204 Rounds survived on the map Ascension. My Writing Name is Alex Sharpe, and My Music Name is McSlizzy. I So Far Have Seven Albums that I Am Working On 1. Hurricane. 2. Morning Mourning. 3. Treaty of the End. 4 . Omniscient Hearts. 5. Black Hearts. 6. Idiocracy. 7. Wired-Love. I Am About to Officially Publish My First Fully Finished Novel -- The Day Before. Very Soon. I Graduated High School in the Summer of 2013 with a Normal Degree.
I am a writer. I love writing. I am willing to devote my entire life toward writing. If I could, I would die writing. I do not care about money or fame. As long as I am writing to make other people happy, feel good, helped, or whatever feeling they are searching for by reading my material. I am a writer, and I am happy to help and be there for other people. Even if I fail, I will keep on trying - and even if my writings never are cared fore - I will keep on writing - because over 80% percent of the world's most famous writers in history didn't become famous until many years after their death.

IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED: In some of my works I use words that I, myself have created. I love creating my own words, and some of them a lot agree are pretty good. A short list of some of my favorite words that I created are: